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12. Go!

Hump-RE had led Blossom to a door, before heading up to the royal box to spectate. He took MJ and Edward with him, and Blossom tried to forget about them. They'd be okay, she hoped.

She stared straight ahead at the door. No point turning round; there were plenty of guards to prevent her escape. She tried to focus, for as soon as she stepped through those doors, she'd be fighting for everything she had. Everything except Brick of course, but could she really swap the kids for him? Could she?

That wasn't the point though. If she lost the entire earth would be enslaved. Everyone would loose everything. She shuddered, that was too awful to have on her conscious. Brick would have to wait, at least until she'd given this her best shot.

The door slide open slowly, and Blossom realised she was shaking. Nagging doubts were entering her head. He wasn't strong enough, she didn't have enough experience of this sort of fight. She was going to lose. Blossom breathed deeply and tried to suppress them. She'd never had these problems when she was a kid, or a teenager for that matter. But the last fifteen years had been different, something had been different.

And now, as she faced the inevitable, it was obvious. It wasn't the loss of Brick that had caused it, or the fear she had had of doing it again. It hadn't even been Sonic's belittling or her fear of her sisters finding out what she'd done. They had been causes of the problem, but not the problem it's self.

Ever since she'd killed Superman, she'd been running. Sonic had given her a head start by covering up, and she'd taken it. And never looked back, never challenged whatever was chasing her.

Now, she had no choice. She'd been caught. She had to either fight or die. Inconveniently, if she lost so would the world. But at least she didn't have a choice. Still, the pressure was on. Sonic was relying on her.

Or was he? Sonic never relied upon anyone. Surely he had a plan that would work even if she lost. It was more than likely. Maybe, he thought putting all this pressure on her would motivate her. Possibly. It might even be working…

The door finished opening, and Blossom wondered forward. The room was huge, the ceiling was towering ten stories above her, and it was about as wide as half a football pitch. The room was cylindrical however, with a shiny metal floor and concert walls that were coated in chrome. It was an impressive and intimidating sight, especially with the huge spotlights shining down from above. She shuddered mentally, but tried to look cool on the outside. She needed to look confident.

A further look showed that there was one glass viewing gallery in the wall. She supposed that was where Edward and MJ were. There were also lots of television cameras on the walls. So it was going to be broadcast live. She wondered idly which channel had won the bidding war to show it.

Another door opened, quickly with a smooth swishing sound. Blossom looked round. It was the Kryptonite Prince, dressed in bright white (that was almost blinding in the spotlights) with a green Superman esc symbol on the front. He strode in, brimming in confidence.

"Ready?" he said, with endless smugness. Blossom nodded slowly. "Good. I shall just do the formalities. Ahem, Blossom Panner, you are charged with the murder of Lord Kar-EL, aka Superman, and have been sentenced to trial by combat. If you survive you will have proved yourself innocent, but when you lose, you will have been found guilty and your planet will be taken as punishment." He smiled evilly. "Do you have any last things you want to say?"

"Yes, this has to be the stupidest method of trialling a suspect ever."

"I know," the Prince said, "I much prefer the simple "he's guilty, kill him," method, but this puts on a better show. Right!" he stretched him self out and assumed an attacking position. "FIGHT!"

Blossom did nothing. She didn't move a muscle. The Prince watched. "Come on then," he barked. Blossom just stared at him, in silent focus. The Prince laughed. "What's this, the great Blossom Utonium, (using her old name) doing nothing? I've read a lot about you in the short time we've been here, and I must say, I was fairly impressed. But now I see it was all just a load of press gable. I can't possibly see how you managed to defeat Superman, or where you more of a hero back then." Still nothing, Blossom didn't even twitch. The Prince scowled. "You know, delaying the inevitable won't help, do you want to die a coward?" Nothing. "Fine!" he said, "I'll start it!"

He jumped into the air, and shot over towards Blossom, at full pelt. He pulled his might arm back, and Blossom could see the muscles on it tense, ready to smash her face in. But she wasn't going to be flustered. It fact she didn't move until he was in striking distance.

The Prince swung his arm, Blossom leant sideways out of the way of it, and as he flew past, she leapt off her front foot, (with a bit of help from her flying powers,) and kicked him in the back with the other foot. As the extra momentum sent him careering into the far wall, Blossom put her hands one just above the other, palms facing, and moved them down to one side of her. She was following Goku's advice:

Stay on the defensive, wait for the opening, and punish him for it.

But advice hadn't been the only purpose of the sayain's brief trip. He'd also taught her something.

A pink energy ball formed quickly between her hands, light shooting out for it, a she screamed: "Kamehameha!"

The blast fired, striking the point directly where the Prince was. It exploded, filling the room with pink light.


"OKAY, THERE UNDERWAY, LET'S GO LET'S GO!" Sonic shouted. The Puffs/Ruffs jumped up. Okay, one puff.

"Where the hell is Bubbles?" asked Buttercup. Before Sonic could blow a gasket, the aforementioned Puff zipped into the room.

"Here!" she said, her eyes seeming to glow more brightly then normal. "Let's get going! Grab on!"

They did, although Boomer initially to an inappropriate area. Bubbles laughed.

"Please Boomer, I need to concentrate!"

"Okay." He reluctantly moved his hand. Sonic could have killed him, but he needed Bubbles to teleport them there, and she might not help if he'd just attacked her husband. Also it would take too long.

Bubbles focused, and seemed to drift off. Then, she smiled, put her finger to her forehead, and they disappeared. But not before Buttercup, you'd been watching the fight on the television had said;

"Hey, what did Blossom just do?"

Good old Goku, thought Sonic. You could sort of let him off for being endlessly friendly. Still, there were other things to think about.

They appeared on the ship, pretty near the centre. Surrounded by lots of Kryptonite guards. However, some of them had barely got to "What the…" before the Hedgehog had piled into them. His companions were also quick to react, and by the time the Kryptonite's had regrouped:

"Hey, there are only four left!" said Boomer.

"Keep your head on Bro," said Butch, "they still look tough enough to take you!"

"Is that an implication that I'm not as strong as you?"

"Let me see… yes!"

"Oh shut up, you're both pathetic as far as I'm concerned." Buttercup was ready in full fight mode. "Shall we go prove it?"

They set about three of the four guards, who were still amazed that they were being attacked. Sonic was about to take the fourth one when a massive blue blast dealt with him. Sonic looked at Bubbles. Hadn't see been too weak to take Edward to the hospital last time she'd teleported five people, let alone blast a superhuman through three walls! Still, there was no time to be suspicious.

"Shall we help them?" Bubbles asked innocently, her blue eyes still burning. Sonic paused, and looked at the fight. Butch and Buttercup were thrashing away nicely, but the guards were hanging in there. Boomer had just been punched into a wall, but he still brought his legs up to meat his attacker under the chin, before attacking again. They looked okay, but a blue ball whizzing around in the mix might speed things up a bit.

"No, I'm do that," he said, "you, use your skill at langues to access a computer in a near by room and find a way to the prisons. Okay?"

"Got it!" Bubbles said, and Sonic fired himself into the fight. Bubbles opened the door into a nearby room. There were some non-warrior kryptonites cowering inside. They were still much stronger then any human, and could have challenged Bubbles in normal circumstances. But the Chaos Emerald was glowing in her back pocket, and she made short work of them. Now, to access the computer.

Unsurprisingly, it had a password. Bubbles swore; she had no idea how to hack. But suddenly, the word appeared in her head. Fimble. She typed it in, and it worked. Now…

Bubbles paused, and turned round. How had see known the password? She looked at the unconscious worker on the floor. Causally, she pointed her finger at her and though; How do I get to the prisons from hear?

A small, thin beam of blue light shot out of her finger, and wafted into his head. Suddenly, Bubbles knew the way. She smiled; what couldn't this emerald do? Or more to the point, what couldn't it allow her to do?

Out side in the corridor, Boomer finally knocked out his man, with a heavy blow to the gut. Butch looked at his watch.

"Thirty seconds after me," he mused. "Not too bad."

Buttercup, who'd had hers raised above her head, dropped him to the ground with an impressive clang. "Two minutes," she said smugly. The other two scowled, but Sonic interrupted.

"Okay, you can continue this latter," he said, "let's get going!"

"What's the rush?" asked Butch. "Those guys were easy! I bet Blossom's just pounding that arrogant Prince!"

Sonic sneered. "Unlikely. I know you lot are used to democracy and all that crap, where the ruler is week and pathetic, but at least semi-popular. But take it from me; the rest of the universe is mostly dictatorships. And either these dictators are popular or powerful. And especially when it comes to superhuman races, the leader is ALWAYS the most powerful. Sometimes by a large margin…"


Blossom looked at the smoke rising from where she'd fired the blast. Was that it? Had she won? There was no sign of him. This didn't please her. She waited for the smoke to clear further, expecting to see an injured, but determined figure emerge.

One didn't. Suddenly, Blossom realised that something was wrong, but she was too late. As she turned round, she was smashed in the head. He jaw rotated in her mouth, her eyes watered and her brain smacked against the side of her skull. Then the process repeated as she smashed into a wall.

She felt groggy and ill, nothing had ever hit her that hard before. But somehow, a thought got through her brain to her hands, and she caught the Princes foot, stopping it inches from its target, which was her face. He sneered down at her, as she looked up.

"Is that all you've got?" he asked. Blossom tried not to gape, or to panic, but it was hard, because she'd just unleashed the most powerful attack she'd ever done, and all she'd managed to do was slightly bruise his cheek.


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